Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.
Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.
How this was find out?
Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.
When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.
It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.
When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).
This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.
"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."
He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.
"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?
"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.
A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.
Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.
"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."
Knowledge comes from many places! Some of them… more respectable than others.
I too am cursed with a wide array of random facts because of one to many a research hole for very silly reasons. Wikipedia is the IKEA of the internet, I can’t help but get completely lost! Alas, history is not included in those facts, so grain of salt here lol
Because my handwriting is chicken scratch, dialogue under the cut:
Donnie: His technical genius was far from the only thing he was famous for! Da Vinci’s contributions to both art and science through observation are his most lasting achievements.
Donnie: You still have trouble drawing horses right? Well, Leonardo did many studies of their anatomical structure to create a statue to rival even the great equine monuments of Donatello at the time.
Leo: Yeah, he never actually made the statue. The bronze all got melted into cannons in 1494. Michelangelo made fun of him for it.
Donnie: Wh- When have you ever cared about our namesakes?
Big fans of how unsubtle Bhaalists are tbh. Like yes this is Euthanasia Kyle he dresses in Evil robes and uses blades of Evil and his main magic attack is called Murder of Crows which just summons a literal murder of crows that peck at you
I literally never planned to do anything more with my one shot of Wes being a Wayne Enterprises intern but the thought of Tim Drake and Wes Weston being friends (if not boyfriends) scratches my brain so perfectly like they could really be out here being stalker buddies 💙
Like,,
Tim, looking at a surveillance pic of a masked villain who robbed WE: (trying to be unsuspicious) the Bats really need to figure out who this new villain is and take him down >:(
Wes, who saw the villain's civilian persona for 0.5 seconds while on a Batbucks run: oh yeah I know him his name is Darry and he likes mocha fraps with a chocolate wall but also his card declined so that was sad :/ wonder he's robbing Wayne Enterprises
Tim, under his breath: I love you and I'll always make sure you get home safely after your shift
Wes: what?
Tim: I said that as my intern I need you to get me a Death Wish coffee
i know minato's infamous 1000-kills-in-a-single-battle moment is supposed to just be a "wow, how cool and badass" moment, but i love it because it paints a very specific image of minato, as like. a person.
Let's compare and contrast, shall we?
Here's Kakashi, fighting Zabuza. Note how he has Zabuza effectively pinned and helpless. Instead of instantly going for the kill, he talks to Zabuza for a moment here, and tries to convince him to stop going after Tazuna, because he is beaten and he is going to die. The clear underlying tone to this is "I will kill you. I'm tired, and I don't want to kill you. But I will, unless you stop. Make your choice." Kakashi is offering Zabuza mercy here. It's a very sharp, pointed mercy, but he gives Zabuza enough time to know he's beaten, and enough time to realize he will die if he doesn't surrender.
and then in contrast!
Minato does not care.
The reason he was able to personally kill 1,000 people is because their deaths were utterly irrelevant to him.
YK IF WE CAN GET CELIA FROM THE TMA UNIVERSE MAYBE WE COULD GET ANOTHER WOMAN. A FIRE ONE MAYBE. MAYBE LIKE A BABY CREATED BY THE DESOLATION. THATD BE A REALLY UNIQUE AND COOL EASTER EGG FOR TMA FANS. MAYBE THEY COULD CALL HER AGNES.
Cant get this meme out of my head its so funny to me, original meme by @naffeclipse as well as being the owner of Sleuth Jesters, Cryptid Sightings, and In Deep Dreams Between the Waves.
Credits to the lovely @themeeplord for Cryptid Eclipse and Mer Eclipse designs which I hold so very dearly.